This is why laundry sucks. This ginormous mound of laundry is 2 days worth of clothes in my house. TWO days, people. See the pink tutu, that has been washed twice since Saturday. Why, you may ask? Because my princess thinks she should wear it during meals, even though I warn her she is going to spill and make a mess on it. She has yet to believe me. I have yet to stop washing it 4 times a week.
We leave in 2 1/2 days for the beach, and before I go, I am going to have to launder these clothes a few more times. And why can't the kids just wear different clothes instead of re-dirtying these ones, you may wonder. Well because my kids are old enough to have an opinion (meaning: old enough to argue), and they like to wear their favorite things over and over and over. And it is easier to just let them and not argue. The only time I mind is when we leave the house and they look like orphans. Evan has yet to understand that orange shorts and a red t-shirt do not go together, Mason thinks it is easier to dress all in one color and then he looks like a crayon. And Kenzie, well, Kenzie tries to wear Princess attire or ballet outfits ALL THE TIME, no matter where we are going. So, I wash these quickly-turning-into-rags clothes over and over again, week after week.
Besides, I hate leaving dirty clothes in the hamper when we are gone, especially since we are leaving for 8 days.
I swear, when we win the lottery, I am only wearing an outfit once and then it goes to charity. Then I don't have to do laundry and I'm still doing a good deed. Or I could just pay someone to do laundry for us. No, I like the idea of new clothes better. But I hate trying stuff on, so maybe I'll pay someone. But....I'll have bought a new body by then and so I won't mind trying on clothes. Damnit, now thinking about winning the lottery is going to stress me out.
See what laundry does to me. I need a drink. Now.